Ceridwen Box

Bricks

She believed herself to be in half. A line was drawn in pencil all the way down through her middle. Perfectly in half. Joined. Half could be felt more than the other. Stretched out, vibrations moving just beneath her skin, a warmth. She had finished only half of her yoga session in the morning, her new routine rushed due to a misreading of time. Each morning began with her alarm and a mental note. Just get to the mat. Drink a glass of water. She was proud of sticking to this ritual; finally committing to daily steps to help her to feel whole. Yes, she was in half. Not quite stretched, not fully shaped, breaths only partly finding spaces of her. She wondered if other people would notice.